Pennywise X George Novels & Stories

Upon saying the words, Fawkes fired three consecutive shots into George's head before cursing, "I f*cking hate liars like you!" Fawkes spat onto George's face and turned to leave when Wilbur said, "Hang on, Fawkes. I think we should have a chat." Fawkes stopped in his tracks, turning around to look at Wilbur. Wilbur had changed his appearance to look like Trevor Penn, thus Fawkes failed to recognize him.

George looked at Catherine and couldn't help but want to look more at her smiling face . " .......You look good when you smile . " said butler George . " Ah ?.......... Thank you ! " said Catherine with a surprised smile . She peeked a bit at him and found his compliment just now really weird . For the past few days , their gazes would often cross with one another when they passed by each other on the corridor or other places . Once again their eyes kept looking at each other unconsciously . It was as if a strange magnetic force kept pulling their gazes together .

“Here comes the walking fashion disaster.” I had to bite back a laugh. George’s presence was expected and begrudging, seeing as how he was at every goddamn event he could get his grubby hands on, but I schooled my face into a mask of pleasant indifference. “Chris, my man!” George boomed, slapping me on the back. “Hell of a speech you gave there.” I nearly coughed at the sheer force of his slap driving the air from my lungs. “Thanks, George,” I said, bracing myself for whatever pitch was coming—no doubt some attempt to sell a product in the werewolf world to ‘help’ fund our research.

Somehow, the sight of the shop, the things outside them, the Wielders bobbing in and out of any establishment, a transparent bag filled with various equipment hanging on their wrist, distracted Z from any thoughts she just had earlier. A plump woman outside an Apothecary was swinging a silver necklace as she passed, saying, “Necklace, oh, enchanted necklace! Charming as it looks, powerful to use.” Z bit her lips to hide her snigger. “Hey, Z! I’ll withdraw first,” said George who just managed to catch up. “My shadow’s energy was compromised earlier by that bastard of a driver.” “Whatever you like.”

Zack's eyes narrowed, sinister darkness seeping out of him and even Ivy began to shift backwards. George gulped. His heart jumped to his stomach. His eyes began to scan the whole place in search of his personal assistant but he was nowhere to be seen. Meanwhile, the so-called personal assistant was hiding behind the walls, too afraid to admit he was his PA. "You are on your own, George. I warned you, but you didn't listen," he muttered, not ready to stand beside George nor go anywhere near the hot-tempered billionaire. "How do you want me to deal with him for you, wifey?" Zack smiled softly at Ivy.

The rain outside showed no signs of letting up. Penny looked up intending to signal a waitress. Her eyes met his and held. All of her alarms went off. A silent wave of panic warned her she was treading dangerous ground. Try as she might, she couldn’t look away; fixated, she watched his eyes as they changed color. The green was slowly being swallowed up by a deep shade of pure gold. It sucked her in. Muddled her mind. Penny couldn’t think straight, couldn’t look away. If he hadn’t broken the connection, she was sure she would have stayed there the entire day just staring into his weirdly coloured eyes. Penny couldn’t explain the panic that had built in her chest. Or the warm feeling that had